i just read an article about a lesbian couple who is getting married after over 50 years of being together and i cried a little bit. it is so beautiful. but i am also a big pussy.
le sigh.
i am trying to write and it is just not happening. i have this feeling in my stomach- green leaves drifting down through oak creek canyon, milky afternoon light streaming in, your hand resting on my thigh, a sense of wonder and forward movement filtering in through my skin down to my marrow- but i can't get it onto the empty page filling my screen. but i trust that it will come. i hope.
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It's hard to project stomach feelings onto the page, I know. It's like they have to completely digest before you can detail them.
I had a really pretty experience recently that made me burst with missing you. It may have been singing all the words to Something Vague with some boy while in bed with said boy. I thought you'd approve.
Thanks for seconding my post yo.
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